Wednesday, January 28, 2009


   when you slip into a coat that fits just so, 
or a favorite cup of tea in hand
  with a book you can't wait to return to and drop into 
receiving its words.

a warm bed and the perfect weight of covers
   as wind and snow blow by
kitty resting deeply, in curled form,
  on a lap warmed by purring

cells expanding to greet each experience,
   sensation, thought, with equanimity.
a trust, of sorts, that each moment 
   provides the ingredients needed

a present to be opened, met
  as gentle as a petal opening
on a warm morning to inquire
  what's this?



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